Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

I scared myself, because once you've thought long and hard enough about doing something that is colossally stupid, you feel like you've actually done it, and then you're never quite sure what your limits are.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

I was good at digging holes. It was the rest of life I sucked at.

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.